West Bridge Journals

Jeff and Greg

I don’t remember what started the fight, but they tied into each other. It wasn’t a slug fest but rather wrestling on the sawdust floor of the chicken house. We were getting ready for the chicks when this started. I didn’t bother to try to break it up, but continued to work with an occasional look in their direction. Jeff was older and more athletic, but Greg was persistent and had no quit in him, so they stayed tied up at lest 30 minutes with each trying to make the other say uncle. Finally I needed to move to another house and kept telling them to break it up to no avail. There was a water hose near by so I just wet them down pretty good, and that broke it up.

They were the sons of Robert and Debbie, and were different as night and day. Good boys and a big help in the chicken houses. I will never forget the day I was electrocuted while lowering a feed line. Jeff and Greg along with Missy and Terri were helping Lavon and me get the houses ready for chicks again, (we did that a lot with 10 houses). It was mid summer and I was soaking wet with sweat. I was using a hand crank to wench down the line and when it got to about a foot off the floor, an electrical wire, that had the insulation torn off, touched the metal feed line and I was zapped. However, instead of knocking me away it cause my hands to grip the crank. I was standing there shaking and yelling, with all of them looking at me. Jeff had the presence of mind to rush to the end of the house and throw the breaker. Before he got there my legs gave way and I slid off the crank, but landed on the feed line and then it started zapping me again. After Jeff threw the breaker I slid off the feed line and could not move a muscle. Missy drove the truck home to tell Aunt Tillie who called 911 and that gave me a chance to ride in another ambulance, of which I’ve had several.

All’s well that ends well and that did. Jeff went on to Join and retire from the Marines. He lives in Colorado Springs where he is finishing up his masters degree. Greg became a police officer in Clewiston Florida. He now resides in Arizona. When counting my blessing they are in the number and my memory, especially those times when we would go camping with the Church RA boys. What fun we had running around the woods at night, learning to cook over an open fire, or racing our rafts on the river.